Swirls | {Poems}

The Cove

The Cove

Flashes of lightning struck his

body, captures the hungry pigeon

pen across his wrist. His eyes the colour

of the northern sea, shallow and clear on a cloudless day.

My body freezes like a waterfall's outer layer on a

December morning, crystals shimmer

in the sunlight. Excitement pumps through

my veins, as other bodies began to squish me.

Voices clash - thunder after lightning, cymbals

compete for affection and attention. My foot kicks

for stability, as needles and puppy teeth chew

through my abdomen.

With a wave from him, the voices rise higher

and higher before crashing down upon themselves.

Ripples course through bodies, numbness

follows behind.

My own voice screams to him, stretching out my

hand to touch. Easter Island Statues stand guard,

snatching my limbs, creates a barrier. Happiness

deteriorates.

No response comes from him,

His closest friends - colleagues, whisper into his

ear. He shakes his brunette hair like a tree swaying,

before waving one last time as he walks away.

The current flows through my mind,

realizing he is real. He is true, but

I am me. I am non-existent in his eyes.

Small rivers stream down my cheek.

A broken smile, radiant in the

midst of the shallow, northern sea.